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The Convict’s Revenge
Tomas pulled on a drooling smile while striding towards his trapped little quarry. She was his now.
She wasn’t hanging around long enough to be his victim. Sprinting toward the door She felt him hot on her heels.
The convict was salivating at the thought of catching the girl who had imprisoned him. He was going to make her pay and enjoy every minute of it.
Kelly was struggling to contain her panic now. Running out of the door she slammed it behind her.
Tomas kicked it open and smashed it against the wall. He lunged for the girl, missed and demolished a picture of Lord Donthorne on the wall.
Kelly squealed in fear, ducked beneath his meaty fists and made it into another room.
“Leave me alone!” she screamed.
The giant man ducked into the room like a demonic gorilla stalking his pray.
Retreating, Kelly’s back struck the white grand piano. She was in the entertaining room.
Tomas seized a red electric guitar and swung for her head.
Kelly threw up her hands and dropped under the marauding guitar. Rolling away she heard a loud melodious clang.
Tomas had slammed the guitar on the keys.
Kelly ran through the chesterfield sofas in a desperate bid to escape. Pain flared in her back as the guitar found its mark pitching her to the floor.
Tomas had thrown the instrument and charged after her.
Kelly landed on her knees in pain. Tears of fear and pain ran down her face as she rolled over and kicked the giant in the groin.
He grunted and made to grab her but she wasn’t going easy.
She stamped upon his foot and dived between his tree trunk legs as he writhed in pain. Regaining her feet, she sprinted to and through the conservatory doors.
The weather had turned for the worst outside. It rained so hard it was deafening in the conservatory. What a choice, get soaked through and suffer potential hypothermia or be torn apart by Tomas.
Kelly hadn’t got far before the big man threw open the conservatory door and stalked in.
She backed away until she was at the east window wall. There she grabbed a beaver tail cactus and hurled it right at the mercenary.
He never realised what it was until he caught it; impaling both his palms with dozens of needle-like thorns.
Kelly seized cactus after cactus and threw them at him. Hitting his head, body and hairy arms with the lethal plants. Then she was out of the door leaving him with the thorns.
The rain was freezing cold like a shower in the arctic. The poor girl was soaked through and practically blind in seconds under the deluge. Fear had her in full flight mode now.
Sobbing and struggling for breath she didn’t even realise Tomas had stopped chasing her. All she wanted was to reach the garden and hide but running in the rain was fraught with danger.
Kelly’s feet lost grip at the side of the natural swimming pool. Her feet shot forward on the slick surface. She was flailing completely out of control and then she was screaming as she shot over backwards. It happened in slow motion. She felt the back of her head hit the concrete. The water seeped into her shoe’s and then she was underwater.
‘Oh no! I’m in the swimming pool!’ Kelly thought as the rain turned the surface of the pool to a maelstrom of frothing water above her.
The sensation of fear was immeasurable for the stricken girl. Her arms and legs wouldn’t allow her to swim. They just wouldn’t function. they were letting her drown! Her own body was letting Tomas win his evil game.
With no air left in her body, Kelly suddenly saw everything as strange shades of purple. Her stomach began twisting and turning as her lungs burned for air.
She began to take on water as she tried to scream but all was deathly silent. Her lungs burned with the water and lack of oxygen. There she was drowning all alone in the pool of Crome Hall.
Images of her family flashed before her eyes. Her body convulsed and she fell still.
Gunshots tore through the storm.
It was then he came through the rain storm. Diving into the pool like a gannet with a hunger not for fish but for Kelly.
Hitting the bottom in two strokes, he saw Kelly hanging lifeless in the water. Her dress was floating about her like an angel’s gown. Even in that deathly state of repose she seemed serenely beautiful.
He wrapped an arm around her waist while praying she’d live. With a monumental effort he kicked off the bottom and hauled the lifeless girl to the surface.
For half a second, he sucked in lungful’s of air and rain water while holding her above the churning surface. With powerful kicking strokes, he reached the side. Choking in the rain, he roared himself into action and lifting, rolling Kelly lifelessly onto the concrete by the waterfall.
“Breath Kelly please be alive for me.” he cried while hauling himself up alongside her.
Looking into her soft, grey features, he saw no life in her beautiful emerald eyes, felt no soul within her. “No don’t die!” he yelled in absolute anguish.
With tears pouring from his eyes and the rain pounding the floor all around him, he began chest compressions. He would stop only to give her some life giving breaths.
On and on he went never stopping for the rain. Never waning in his efforts to revive her. He would never give up on her while he himself still breathed.
“No Kelly don’t die. Please don’t go to heaven like this. I still have so much love to give you. So, many nice things to treat you with!”
thirty chest compressions, two breaths, thirty chest compressions.
“No Kelly, please don’t do this! Please, oh no…” he screamed in total anguish. “Please you have to come back right now!”
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